Reincarnated Devil's Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~ - Chapter 46

Reincarnated Devil’s Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~

Chapter 46   Front Saint and Back Saint

In the imperial capital of the Calamiera, Holy Kingdom, where its influence as a religious state in the western continent grew stronger.

Even in her youth, Saint Isha Grace de Calamiera fulfilled her role as a saint.

Day after day, she healed the patients who gathered in this imperial capital, continuing to save people with her naturally potent healing magic power. Not only from the Holy Kingdom but also from various parts of the western continent, and sometimes even visitors from the southern continent could be seen.

Such was the strength of the saint’s healing power that it had become incomparable to when she was merely five years old and just learning magic.

Therefore, there was no limit to the number of people flocking to her, and even now, as long as her magical power lasted, she continued to exert her power to its limit.

“Phew… There, you should be fine now. You can rest assured that it won’t get any worse.”

“T-Thank you, Saint-sama! Truly, thank you…!”

“It’s nothing. If by exercising this healing miracle bestowed upon us by God, even a little bit of salvation can be brought to you all…”

And once again, another person, this time a merchant’s daughter afflicted with a serious illness, was saved.

It’s a common practice to prioritize treating those in power to maintain favorable power relations between nations. However, when it comes to exercising the saint’s power, it’s dealt with on a first-come, first-served basis, regardless of status, due to strong opposition from her father, the Pope, and herself as well as the Captain of the Holy Knights.

At least, that’s the basic principle.

“Hey! Isn’t it my turn yet?! I’m Viscount Auroka of the Dragut Dragon Kingdom! Move aside, you commoners! Make way!”

Of course, contrary to such a policy of the Holy Kingdom, there were also unruly individuals who did not adhere to it and regarded their own superiority as absolute.

No matter how many rules were established, such individuals always emerged.

But this was not the Dragon Kingdom where he could wield absolute power; it was the Calamiera Holy Kingdom, a religious state with the Pope at its apex, not his own country.

Even if he was a viscount, taking such actions in such an alien environment… “Please return, Viscount Auroka. The Saint has already finished her consultations for this month. And isn’t your turn scheduled for the month after next? Surely, you haven’t forgotten the rules?”

“W-What are you saying, you insolent youth! How dare you, a mere guard, speak to me like that and think you’ll get away with it… Ahh!?”

The viscount, who attempted to maintain his arrogant attitude towards the young man who had entered the scene without adhering to his turn, screamed as he was being reprimanded.

No, the young man hadn’t resorted to violence.

It was simply that he was overwhelmed by the peculiar aura emanating from him and couldn’t maintain his composure.

“Oh? Shall we see if I can get away with it?”

“N-No…! W-Well, I suppose I was a bit too hasty. Hahaha… W-Well then, I shall take my leave!”

Saying so, the viscount, who had pretended to be a patient just to have a connection with the Saint without suffering any serious injuries, hastily fled.

Meanwhile, those around who witnessed the scene applauded the young man’s actions filled with a sense of justice.

They lavishly praised both the Saint who saves people and the young guard who protects her, and thus, another legend of the Saint in the Holy Kingdom was formed today.

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The scene shifted, and the compassionate Saint, who continued to heal people, moved from the clinic to her own room to relax. She flopped onto the luxurious sofa provided, executing a rather ungraceful dive for a lady.

And while she did so, she let out a deep sigh, even as she was being thoroughly observed by the guard, the young man.

“Ugh… so tiresome. It’s way too tiresome, Ein, having to deal with those damn nobles every time. I push myself to the limit, and in the end, I have to deal with those damn nobles. Ridiculous. I’m quitting being a saint.”

“What’s ridiculous is the young lady’s ability to change moods so quickly. And just to clarify, I’m not a guard; I’m the young lady’s escort. Anything else? Furthermore, it’s not the young lady who deals with the nobles, it’s me.”

Thus spoke Ein, the young guard, or rather, the Sword Saint, the Holy Knight of the saint.

To Ein, who knew the true nature of the compassionate saint who saved many people, this was just another instance of “the young lady’s whims starting again.” But if anyone else were to witness this scene, they might doubt their own eyes. No, they might not even recognize it as the same person.

“Oh, whatever. Ein, who looks like he lacks dignity and doesn’t seem like a royal guard? Spare me the nagging. Even so, I’m seriously committed to saving people, so I’m tired.”

“Well, I’ll give you that. The young lady is always giving her all. Please keep up appearances like that from now on. Now, about the schedule for tomorrow…”

Continuing their exchange of nagging, they discussed their tightly packed schedule. Despite being ten years old, she held not only the title of Saint but also that of Imperial Princess, which meant she had a lot of responsibilities.

Ceremonies, receptions, training, consultations… the list was endless.

Complaining about all these schedules, yet still managing to fulfill them, Isha surprisingly turned out to be quite serious about her duties.

“So, finally, the day after tomorrow’s schedule. The day after tomorrow…”

“Yeah, yeah, the day after tomorrow. Hmm? Ah! I remembered!”

“Yes?”

What do you mean, you remembered?

Surely you didn’t schedule something outside of what’s listed here.

That’s what Ein almost blurted out, but he managed to hold himself back.

“What are you talking about, Ein?! The day after tomorrow is the day Lord Ars is visiting! It’s the regular day agreed upon by our country and his, a day for mock battles, a day we arranged to strengthen our friendship! Did you forget!?”

“Well, I am aware. But isn’t that unrelated to the young lady?”

“Of course it’s not unrelated, you idiotic Ein! Half of that was arranged by me asking Father so that I could regularly meet Lord Ars!”

So, she’s been pulling strings behind the scenes after all.

It did seem odd that there were so many mock battle days aside from team activities.

Still, if it serves as a break for the young lady who always gives her all, then it’s not so bad.

That’s what Ein thought, but it’s true that without her doing so, the mock battles wouldn’t have happened, and moreover, he thinks he’s become so strong because of his rivalry with Ars. In that sense, he can’t argue.

And if the Pope has decided it, then changing the schedule should be easy.

Though it’s frustrating for him, it seems he’s been outmaneuvered this time.

“Heheh. How about that?”

“Damn, she’s oddly sharp about these things…”

“Quiet, Ein. If you’re frustrated, try saying something back. Well, it’s probably futile! Ohohoho!”

With her hand covering her mouth, the saint taunted with a laugh that could rival that of a villainess, but in the next moment, she would freeze.

“Hmph, but you’re being naive. Well then, young lady, about that… Lord Ars visit has been canceled, as per the letter we received the other day.”

“Wha…?”

In an instant, Saint Isha turned into a statue.

“Do you forget? The other day, we received a formal request for support from Margrave Zalug Drashade. Even His Holiness approved it, so it cannot be revoked. I’m sorry about Ars, but this time, we have no choice but to forgo it.”

“W-Wha…”

“——Y-Y-Y-You’re saying thaaaaaat!?”

With that scream, Saint Isha, shocked beyond belief, rolled her eyes back and, exhausted from today’s efforts, fell into a deep sleep until the next day, wearing a dumbfounded expression.